staring deep into
an empty sheet of paper
conjuring the muse
–
winter’s canvas-
a palette of pine
and fresh snow
Category: Literature
Aglow
luminous, rising
from below an ebony lake
in her hand, a sword
–
sunlit hillsides
shadows rolling
slowly to the shore
Sunset
windows thrown open
sheer curtains gently wafting
in the evening breeze
–
becoming Icarus
flying westward
chasing the sun
Hamadryad
as one with her tree
longing for the one true love
she can never have
–
high in the branches
she watches him
ride away
Longhand
caressed by the pen
ink and paper combine with
the lightness of verse
–
liquid words
meandering
into prose
Twist
The sun has risen
and shone its warmth on my face
for the final time.